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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-04-19 07:12 pm
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[ april ii log: here's unbroken bone ]

Who: Everyone
What: The sun finally comes out in proper spring, the labs are full of excitement, and Piotr prepares for real war. Your princess is in another castle.
When: April 18th - 30th
Where: the Barrayaran camp, the Cetagandan base, Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Base / Missions

TIMELINE
4/18 Fast-penta interrogation: Sonia
4/19 Eavesdropping Alpha (Barrayar)
4/21 Eavesdropping Bravo (Barrayar)
4/22 - 4/23 Vorkosigan Vashnoi trips
4/24 Eavesdropping (Cetaganda)
4/25-4/26 Satellite launch
4/27 Flower-viewing party



barrayar
Morale is still recovering after Princess Sonia's capture and the deaths that resulted from the ensuing battle in Riverfall, but at least they were able to make contact with Colonel Vorvolk, the leading officer of the other half of Piotr's army, and reunite the guerrilla army for the first time since their last camp was discovered several months ago. Their discovery is not only timely, but critical -- Piotr intends to launch an attack on the Cetagandan base next month, before any reinforcements can arrive, in order to force Zahal to recall at least part, if not most, of the occupying force in the capital city, so that Piotr's army and the civilian underground resistance can work together to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi. If they can take back the city and continue to defend it, they might even stand a chance at pushing Zahal's forces out of the district entirely, and considering that Vorkosigan's District is one of the hot spots of the invasion, this might even turn the tide of the whole war in their favor. They'll also be attempting to rescue Sonia during the attack, making the most out of the chaos, but that is their secondary objective.

Zahal, of course, means to make the most out of his new hostage. Knowing for certain now that Piotr's army has contact with the Riverfall villagers -- a fact that puts the camp at risk for discovery once again -- Zahal sends a missive to Riverfall with instructions to pass it along to Piotr. His demands are simple: they'll guarantee the safety and return of the Princess on Piotr's complete surrender. Piotr responds by scrawling a particularly rude and short-worded rebuttal over the original message and has it returned promptly -- stuffed inside the mouth of some poor beheaded ghem soldier, left at one of the base entry gates to be discovered by patrols.

Hopes for a successful attack are bolstered still when word comes that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are on their way to the Dendarii mountains. On the 18th, a courier from Dorca's battalion arrives, only to discover that the first courier sent by Dorca some weeks ago never made it to Piotr's camp to deliver the news. Dorca and Yuri bring with them another 200 soldiers when they arrive on the 20th, which nearly doubles their forces, and, like Colonel Vorvolk's half of the army, they set up camp in another part of the mountains nearby, connected by the cave netwrok that runs through the Dendarii mountains. Unfortunately, the occasion isn't entirely joyous, as Crown Prince Yuri recently lost his only remaining son and heir in battle shortly before departing for Vorkosigan's District. This is not only a sad occasion, but a politically uneasy one: Yuri's wife died some years ago, and while he is next in line to succeed his father as Emperor, the lack of an heir to his own makes for a politically shaky situation. Should he die before producing another heir, the title of Crown Prince will fall to his half-brother Xav instead, and that…brings a whole host of other political issues to the table. Needless to say, while Yuri's succession isn't an immediate issue, the politically savvy are feeling a little nervous about it.

But the war marches on, and preparations must be made. Their odds are better, but they're still vastly outnumbered by the Cetagandans. They'll need the help of the underground civilian resistance to prepare to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi, as well as some supplies. After all, they'll have an easier time infiltrating the Cetagandan base with a larger force if some of them look enough like Cetagandans.

camp
Although the army is stronger than it has been in months, not all is at peace. Colonel Vorvolk has always been a trusted member of Piotr's general staff and a loyal officer, as well as a long-time acquaintance. However, his views on the outsiders don't exactly align with Piotr's: he thinks Piotr has been much too quick to trust them, especially given that several of them came over from the Cetagandan side, and Duv Galeni hails from Komarr, the planet that sold Barrayar out to the Cetagandans. Vorvolk doesn't believe that the outsiders should be given such freedom or privilege, let alone allow them to participate in critical military operations. Most of his own soldiers seem to share the sentiment, as do the Vorbarra soldiers -- in fact, Yuri vocally agrees with Vorvolk, and those outsiders who have been in Piotr's camp from the very beginning will feel an uncomfortably familiar air of suspicion and mistrust settles over the camp. While nothing has effectively changed -- the outsiders are not segregated away from the camp again as they once were, nor put back under guard -- the Barrayaran soldiers who are comfortable with and even like the outsiders are suddenly in the minority.

While few are foolish enough to disrespect the outsiders where Piotr can see them, some of the soldiers from Vorvolk's and Dorca's camps are borderline hostile toward the outsiders, jeering, taunting, even making hex signs or spitting in the most extreme cases. There are still plenty of soldiers who remain friendly towards the outsiders, but it's leading to friction between them and their other Barrayaran comrades as well. After several days of tension, a major fight breaks out in Piotr's camp over the outsiders' presence, and a few outsiders might even be dragged (or throw themselves) into it. Everyone involved in the fight gets a firm reprimand and then some, and worse still is that the fight does little to ease the tensions -- if anything, it only makes them worse.

Dorca and Yuri's mourning casts a somber air over the camps, and both Emperor and Crown Prince are in grave moods, Yuri's especially prickly. As his son was a public figure, they hold a public burning of death offerings on the 22nd, so that Imperial subjects may pay their respects to the recently deceased Prince. A large pyre is set up within one of the larger caves, so that the smoke will be less conspicuous, and any offerings submitted in earnest will be accepted. Typical Barrayaran death offerings consist of a small lock of one's hair, or, if none is to hand, any other personal object they might have on their person that would burn, such as a piece of clothing.

missions
With contributions of…mixed success from the outsiders, as well as help from the soldiers, the villagers are able to repair some of the homes damaged in the recent skirmish. Some of them are too far gone for repair, and so are broken down to salvage whatever materials they can for other repairs. Considering the village now houses fewer than fifty people, housing space is not a concern at the moment.

Preparations for the coming attack on the Cetagandan base go well overall. The raiding parties manage to steal uniforms and face paint for about 50 soldiers to disguise themselves, and parties sent to Vorkosigan Vashnoi successfully make contact with civilian resistance cells to pass their plans along.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

cetaganda
Zahal sends his terms to Piotr for Sonia's release, and the gruesome rebuttal -- a crude message scrawled over Zahal's own hand-penned calligraphy, the delicate paper shoved into the gaping mouth of a dead ghem soldier, his head left to be discovered just outside the best -- infuriates him. He's known Piotr for too long to expect him to give in right away, but this is just sheer insult. He's well aware of just how vulnerable the base is right now -- the epidemic has mostly run its course, but their total forces are down to about 6,000 soldiers, and there are only about 100 ghem scientists left. His requests for reinforcements have been delayed by Cetagandan central command -- they have no extra troops they can spare on planet, and it will be another month before more ships arrive. Zahal is struggling to balance out his forces, split between the base and Vorkosigan Vashnoi -- right now binternal base security is badly undermanned in favor of increasing the occupying force in the capital city. Piotr Vorkosigan is too smart a man not to take advantage of an opportunity like this -- Zahal just doesn't know exactly what he's planning to do. The Cetagandan base is in a vulnerable state.

However, there is one edge they have: Cetagandan intelligence knows that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are in Vorkosigan's District. The courier who never made it to Piotr's camp was intercepted by Cetagandan intelligence before he even made it to Vorkosigan's District, and the information was sent accordingly to Zahal's outpost. Piotr might have rejected his first demand -- but would the Emperor, the Princess's grandfather, respond the same?

But as the trials of war marches on, so do the advancements of science. Micah is still hard at work in the labs working on the Star Gate Project, but the data they've been able to gather is incomplete and insufficient. They have convinced the Cetagandan science officers to send a scientific party, Micah included, off-planet to take a closer look at the collapsed wormhole and launch a satellite to record more data. They've made a fair bit of progress in discovering the new type of field generated by the collapsed wormhole, tentatively named the Niadem field after its primary discoverer, but they still know too little about just how and why the exotics have been brought here to complete their designs.

base
Despite the military tensions, the Cetagandans work hard at maintaining a lighter atmosphere around the base. Since the weather this month has finally given them some real relief -- and the epidemic raging the base has been quelled -- the Cetagandans decide to host a flower-viewing party on the 27th in the gardens adjacent to the Grow Labs. It is explained to the exotics that such events are regularly held to herald the coming of spring, although emphasis is placed on the fact that the viewings are usually much more sophisticated and lavish than the 'meager' offerings of the lush gardens on the base.

Typical of Cetagandan functions, it is elegant, overwrought and full of a lot of needlessly artfully crafted food and drinks -- many of them intoxicating, so take care what you drink. Sonia and Micah are both in attendance, although Sonia doesn't look particularly happy to be there. The party is celebrating in particular some of the genetic-botanical achievements of some of the ghem lady artists on the base, as well as some recently genetically engineered koi, to update the atmosphere of the garden to proper spring. However, the real show-stealer is the debut of Amai's personal project: an elaborate zoo-biological sculpture designed as tribute to the Star Crèche itself. It takes up a considerable portion of the back wall of the garden, vinelike branches woven into the trellis, curling and spreading in elaborate patterns, and flowers bloom along the lengths in clusters, each a different color. On a closer look, they can be identified as asters -- but some in colors no one's ever seen an aster before. The vines themselves are ridged with what looks like some kind of delicate fin that sways softly with the slightest breeze, a shimmering dark blue. They look more like koi fins than anything botanical, and with the groups of flowers set over them, it looks something like a night sky. In the center is an elaborately crafted flower sculpture of the Star Crèche's screaming bird insignia in minute detail. And though it is rooted to the rest of the sculpture, it seems to move at times -- the slightest flutter of its wings. The placard placed with it explains that each colored cluster of asters is an artistic representation of one of the Constellations that make up the haut caste. The Navarr constellation, from which both Diya and Sei hail, is flowered in asters of a striking violet color.

As time passes, Haut Sei's presence becomes more palpable on the base, and her force bubble is seen more frequently outside of the science/medical complex. Though she and Diya are working closely together, it's clear to anyone who spends enough time around them that there is some tension between them. Ba Talim is almost always present when they are together, although it can at times be found on its own around the base.

missions
The gene therapy trials take a turn for the worse despite glimmers of promise earlier on, and all three subjects suffer from complications with no progress made.

The investigation into the weapons smuggling operation is ultimately a failure -- while they are able to track down one of the resistance cells, the civilians involved manage to get away before any useful information is extracted from them. The next time Cetagandan soldiers return to the place where they'd been discovered, the establishment has since been boarded up and closed down.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

Note: Gavalas, Ezar and Gail are both available for threading on request. Hit Madi (Gavalas) or Ammay (Ezar & Gail) up if you are interested!
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-01 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no, Byerly, I do not mean that. [ She hums, in a way, the Cetagandans were familiar to her. She had lived her youth in veils, screened away in curtains, secreted save for the call of her voice to the world around her. From what she had seen at the party, well, it struck her the same. The way the Mughal's would build their own imagined heavens, the way her husband would insist on the more public halls be painted with reds, and golds and be filled with Peacocks. They way the body was simply not enough, it was to be adorned, to be made perfect. Art, held inside and adorned around, the skin.

Had she not been the same, once? When Kashi had painted lotus to her hands, when her maids strung her hair with gold. Her husband had adored such displays, fostered them endlessly.
]

I mean your eyes are far too direct. They are too beautiful, and you have too much a feeling of being watched by them. Nothing I would have allowed were I still of my position to let look on me directly.
vorrutyer: (intense (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-01 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His lovely lashes droop a bit as he shrugs at her. ]

Some people treasure beauty, rather than fearing it. And the Cetagandans do love beauty.
shri: (» is all yours)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-02 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
Is that how you see them? I found them just as afraid. [ Her eyes roll, fingers curling around on themselves to dismiss the notion - remembering that flower viewing party. How much she had refused to let them touch her when they called it art. ]

My God, you should have seen what they did to Washington and York, what a sight they both were. What they tried to do to me until I made it clear that I existed for no one else's enjoyment. They covered York's scars, where he should always bear something like that proudly, dusted stars on Washington like he hadn't spent his lifetime fighting in them. Those aren't people that appreciate beauty. They may call it that. But in truth, it scares them just as much, anyone that carves and dominates in such a way always is.

[ She didn't look at them and see anything beautiful. She saw shreds of the horrors of Aurangzeb that her Marathi forefathers had fought against. The stiff laced women that made up English courts. ]
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-02 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
And you are, what, granted the right to dictate what is beauty and what is not? For people from another culture?

[ He takes a sip of his drink and says, casually - ]

When the British crushed your people and burned your homeland, I'm sure they talked quite a lot about how barbaric your idea of beauty was, didn't they? So much misunderstanding.
Edited 2017-05-02 13:50 (UTC)
shri: (» in the season's storm)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-02 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, don't give me philosopher's answers, boy, I was never a very good one, but I spent a large part of my life near scholars. Try again.

[ Probably - shouldn't have made it obvious how young it was, but she progresses on all the same. ]

As for that, no, the British found it quite beautiful. They coveted it and took it for themselves. Their great hypocrisy is that they dismissed the people that made it as worthless. My people too, have a love for pleasure, whether it be observed for otherwise. We take delight in such. It is the Cetagandans that looked at York's scar and did not find beauty, only something hideous to be covered. If you're asking me what I find crude? That act is not one of beauty, it is ugliness itself to take what someone is and shame them for that.

[ It's kept, if barely, because she always is. Firm and utter in her tone. ]
Edited 2017-05-02 23:30 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (annoyed and/or stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-02 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ He presses a hand to his chest as though struck. His voice is dripping with mockery as he says - ]

Dear heavens, please don't call me boy. It makes you sound like my father, which is the single most unerotic association I can possibly conceive of.

[ Then he sits back again, and says flippantly: ]

In any case. You say that covering up the ugly bits is shameful and a denial of beauty, and yet you go around wearing pants. If you were truly committed to that position, you'd show me your ass right here and now.

[ He's aware of the risk of continuing on talking to her, and so he needles and pokes. Hopefully, he can get a good faceful of wine out of this - he can lick himself off and take the edge off. ]
shri: (» i know my way through the night)

[personal profile] shri 2017-05-02 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, if he doesn't know how to rile her like nothing else. Rises up sharply, because it certainly wouldn't be a faceful of wine he gets - nothing he can enjoy half so much. Her fingers curling at her side in the need to answer that with what it should be, her first to hs jaw. ]

I honestly cannot tell if you mean to insult me or so crassly compliment me, but I am finding that rather a staple of whatever it means to be Vor. [ Clipped on the edge of each word, spat out. ] As for your question if I truly would accept my death and kill you in the same breath? Yes. I would gladly take such a fate.

[ Then she snaps hard, one-second standing, the next she reaches across and slaps him hard across the face. Just the once, force of someone used to doing a lot worse. ] Enjoy watching 'this ass' walk away, as it is the only way you will ever get to appreciate it. [ Not right, in her too proper words, trained by those exact same scholars, but it comes out just as vicious as it needs to before she turns on her heel and walks off. ]
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-05-03 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ His head snaps to the side when she slaps it, and he lets out a gasp; as she stands, he lifts his hand to his cheek and looks to her. He starts laughing before she's a few steps away; the sound is merry and delighted and more than a little unhinged. ]

My god, yes. That will fuel many an erotic fantasy. Thank you, my dear ancient lady.